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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Erykah Badu 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.