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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.