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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 CMW to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
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.