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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.