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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.