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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.