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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.