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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
AZ,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.