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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.