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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
The Star Department,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.