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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
New Order,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.