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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Nas,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.