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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Wings,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.