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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.