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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slits 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.