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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Index,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.