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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.