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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
X-101,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.