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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.