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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
X-102,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.