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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.