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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Index,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.