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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.