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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.