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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.