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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.