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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.