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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.