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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.