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 Dominica and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.