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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 sitar 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.