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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rakim,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.