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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.