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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Q65,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Scientists,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.