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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.