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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.