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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.