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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.