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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.