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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.