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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.