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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.