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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.