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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.