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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.