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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Deakin,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.