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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.