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 Nicaragua 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Cluster,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.