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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.