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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.