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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.