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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.