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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.