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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
CMW,
X-102,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Monks,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.