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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.