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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.