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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.