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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.