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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.