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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.