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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.