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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.