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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.