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 Togo and from New York.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.