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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.