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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.