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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.