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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
UT,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.