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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.