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 Laos 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.