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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.