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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Crime,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.