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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.