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 Colombia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Magma,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.