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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
June Days,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.