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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.