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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.