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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.