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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.