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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Magma,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
CMW,
Lungfish,
the Association,
PIL,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.