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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.