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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.