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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Warsaw 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.