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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.