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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.