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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.