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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.