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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.