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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.