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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.