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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.