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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.