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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.