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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.