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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.