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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.