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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.