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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.