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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.