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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.