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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.