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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Index,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Crime,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.