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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.