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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.