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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.