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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.