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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.