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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.