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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.