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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.