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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.