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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.