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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.