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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Organ,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.