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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.