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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.