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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.