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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Nas,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.