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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.