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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
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.