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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.