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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.