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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.