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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.