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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.