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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Aswad,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.