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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.