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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.