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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.