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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.