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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.