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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.