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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Technova,
ABC,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.