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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.