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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.