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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.