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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.