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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.