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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
UT,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.