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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.