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 Burundi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.