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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Urselle,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.