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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.