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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.