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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Quantec,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.