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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
New Order,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.