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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.