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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.