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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.