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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.