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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.