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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.