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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.