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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.