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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.