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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.