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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.