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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.