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 the UAE 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.