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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.