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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.