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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.