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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.