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 India 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.