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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.