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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 AZ to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.