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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
X-102,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Ituana,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.