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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.