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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.