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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.