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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
X-101,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.