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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.