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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.