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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
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.