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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Organ,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
10cc,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.