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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Organ,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.