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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.