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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.