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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
CMW,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.