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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.