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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.