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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.