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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.