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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.