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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.