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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.