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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.