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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.