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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Can,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.