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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
June Days,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.