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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.