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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q65 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.