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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.