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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.