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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.