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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.