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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.