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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.