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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.