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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.