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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.