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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.