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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.