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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.