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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.