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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.