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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.