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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
cv313,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.