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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.