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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
MDC,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.