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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.