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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.