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 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.