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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.