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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.