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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.