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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.