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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.