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 Niger and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.