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 Iran 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.