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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.