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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Style to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.