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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.