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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.