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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.