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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.