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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.