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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.