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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.