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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.