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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.