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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.