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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.