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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.