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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Technova,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.