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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
The Evens,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.