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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Organ,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.