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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
CMW,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.