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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.