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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
The Fall,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.