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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.