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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.