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 France and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.