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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.