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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.