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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.