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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.