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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.