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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.