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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.