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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.