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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Ludus,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.