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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.