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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Brick,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.