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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.