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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 UT to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.