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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.