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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.