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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.