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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.