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 Ghana and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.