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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.