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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.