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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Nico,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.