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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.