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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.