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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.