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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.