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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Faust,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.