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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.