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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.