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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.