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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
ABC,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.