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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.