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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.