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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
UT,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.