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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.