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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Offenders to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Fear,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.