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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.