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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.