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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.