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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s 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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.