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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.