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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.