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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.