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 Israel and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Index,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Nico,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.