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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
The Move,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.