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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.