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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Index,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.