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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.