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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.