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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 a-ha 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.