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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Rekid,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.