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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.