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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.