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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.