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 Tanzania 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.