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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.