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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Faust,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.