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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.