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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.