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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.