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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.