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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.