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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Faust,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.