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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.