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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.