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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.