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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.