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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.