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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.