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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.