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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.