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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
DNA,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.