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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Smog,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.