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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.