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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.