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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.