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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.