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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.