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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
the Association,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.