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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Cymande,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.