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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Index,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.