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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.