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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.