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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Residents,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.