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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.