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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.