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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.