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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.