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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.