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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.