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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.