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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.