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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.