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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.