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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.