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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
UT,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.