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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.