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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.