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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Aswad,
Technova,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.