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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.