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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Blossom Toes 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Lalann,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.