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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.