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 China and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.