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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Fall to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.