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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.