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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.