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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.