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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
DNA,
Ronan,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.