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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.