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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.