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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Nas,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.