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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.