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 Moldova and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.