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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.