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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.