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 Burkina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s 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 Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Niagra,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.