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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cluster 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.