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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.