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 Moldova 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.