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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.