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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.