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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Can,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.