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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Index,
Quantec,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.