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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.