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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.