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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.