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 China and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.