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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Japan,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.