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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.