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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
cv313,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Smog,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.