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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.