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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.