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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.