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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.