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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.