Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.