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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.