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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.