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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.