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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.