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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.