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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.