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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Moebius,
PIL,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.