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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.