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 Laos and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Make Up,
Technova,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.