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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 10cc to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.