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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
New Order,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.