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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.