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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.