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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.