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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Inner City,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.