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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Visage,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.