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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.