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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
JFA,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.