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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Model 500,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.