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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.