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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.