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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.