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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.