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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.