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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.