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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.