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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.