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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
X-101,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.