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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.