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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes 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 disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.