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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Magma,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.