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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Pagans,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.