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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.