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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.