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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.