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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.