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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.