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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.