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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.