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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.