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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.