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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.