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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Skarface,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.