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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.