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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Monks,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.