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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.