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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.