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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum 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 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Excepter,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
DNA,
June of 44,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.