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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.