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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.