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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fugs to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
World's Most,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.