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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The Associates,
10cc,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.