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 China and from Stockholm.
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 Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.