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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Can,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.