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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.