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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
CMW,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.