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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.