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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.