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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
JFA,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Nico,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.