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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.