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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.