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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
June Days,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.