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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.