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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.