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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.