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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.