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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.