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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.