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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.