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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.