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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.