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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Organ,
the Swans,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.