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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.