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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.