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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.