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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.