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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.