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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.