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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic 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 funk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.