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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.