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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.