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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.