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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.