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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.