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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.