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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.