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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.