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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.