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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.