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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.