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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.