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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.