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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Brick,
Franke,
Ludus,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.