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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.