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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.