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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.