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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Gong,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.