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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.