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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.