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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.