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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.