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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.