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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Index,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.