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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Visage to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Monks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.