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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
ABC,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Can,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.