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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.