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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.