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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Pole,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.