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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
UT,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.