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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
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.