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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.