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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 K-Klass 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Searchers,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.