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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Nico,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
X-102,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.