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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Can,
The Move,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.