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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.