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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.