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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.