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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.