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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Fear,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.