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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Victims to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.