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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Slave,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.