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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s 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 Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.