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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Can,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.