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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.