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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Darondo 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.