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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.