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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Organ,
Television,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.