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 France and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.