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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.