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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.