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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.