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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Hashim 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
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.