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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.