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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.